Writing
I have recently completed my M.F.A. in Writing at the California College of the Arts in San Francisco.
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Novel
Working on my first novel, working title Undulation. I will be reading an excerpt from this latest work on April 17th at Word World 2009.
Please see an excerpt here.
Short Stories
I am experimenting with very short stories or stories also known as flash fiction; generally defined as a story composed of no more than 1000 words. Some stories are less than 100 words.
Stranger
A man was standing in a big warehouse building in the middle of a strip mall somewhere in the Mojave Desert. Structures identical to these had been slowly usurping the landscape for years, popping up with the frequency of exhalation and the forethought of one common goal, return on investment.
The man was hungry.
“Hello.”
He turned. A young man was standing behind him, smiling with the glue of Stepford pasted across his face.
“Hello,” he said.
“Can I help you brother? You look like you could use a hand.” The words 'New United for Life Church' were stenciled across his chest. “We are here to help those who help themselves,” he continued.
“I could use a little something to eat if you could spare it,” he said.
“Yes, these are hard times brother. Jesus is always looking for new soldiers, have you taken Jesus into your life?”
He hesitated for a moment, rubbed his eyes.
“You know, he died for your sins: the sins of humanity.”
“Sure,” the man mumbled. “Yeah, Jesus.”
“I am not convinced by your tone brother. We cannot help those who do not help themselves. He died for your sins and the sins of humanity. Do you not see fit to bow to your knees and worship the son of God?”
The mans' knees were weak. The desert was long and dry, hot in the day, cold at night. His shoes were constructed of two old soles and duck tape.
“Yes,” he said. “Jesus is my savior.”
“Well brother, I am very glad to hear that. Come, I will bring you to our kitchen where Mary will prepare some food for our hungry brother.”
The young man paused for a moment, eyed the man who had just come from the desert. Then he looked towards a sculpture ten feet high and eight feet wide constructed of wood and metal hanging from the ceiling. He squared his shoulders in the direction of the piece hanging on the wall, bowed his head and whispered a few inaudible words. Once he finished he looked up and reached out to take a hold of the man's arm. “You are home brother! Say it, come now brother, say the words so we may welcome you home.”
The man from the desert looked into his eyes just as the pangs of a thousand mile walk rushed through his body, “I am home.”
Plays
"Little Friend"